Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 32 | View more quotes about surely">Surely she was no different from thousands of others, and less than most. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 29 | She had seemed so startled, so frightened. |
| 8 | 30 | In seeing me, did she somehow sense what it might be to be a slave? Had she sensed, even then, what it might be to be owned, to kneel before a man, stripped, chained, marked, and collared, his? Had she understood herself a slave, even then, suddenly, unexpectedly, perhaps for the first time, in the presence of a master? If I could see her again, I felt I could forget her. |
| 8 | 31 | I wanted to see her again, if only to force her from my mind, to remove her memory from my blood. |
| 8 | 32 | Surely she was no different from thousands of others, and less than most. |
| 8 | 33 | Surely she was less, even, than the slut kneeling at my thigh. |
| 8 | 34 | If I could see her again, I was sure I could put her from me. |
| 8 | 35 | Perhaps I could laugh at her, spit upon her, strike her, and then contentedly dismiss her, sending her on her way, a meaningless slave, to whatever fate might await her. |
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She had seemed so startled, so frightened.
In seeing me, did she somehow sense what it might be to be a slave? Had she sensed, even then, what it might be to be owned, to kneel before a man, stripped, chained, marked, and collared, his? Had she understood herself a slave, even then, suddenly, unexpectedly, perhaps for the first time, in the presence of a master? If I could see her again, I felt I could forget her.
I wanted to see her again, if only to force her from my mind, to remove her memory from my blood.
Surely she was no different from thousands of others, and less than most.
Surely she was less, even, than the slut kneeling at my thigh.
If I could see her again, I was sure I could put her from me.
Perhaps I could laugh at her, spit upon her, strike her, and then contentedly dismiss her, sending her on her way, a meaningless slave, to whatever fate might await her.
- (Smugglers of Gor)